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Thus art thou cherish'd ; yet thy fall . is ^ fuMi : For o * er thee years and centuries have passxl . Of all the forest brethren , towering high , Sole thou art left , the strongest and the last . Race after race this woodland scene hath sought ,
And multitudes have thronged its verdant bowers ; And thou art left , sole record of each thought Of joy , or woe , that marked the by-gone hours . At eventide , the Hermit from his cave Hath wandered here to meditate unseen ;
The Traveller came his burning brow to lave At thy cool fount , and pace thine alleys green ; And Pagan priests have raised their altars here ; And Monks received the sinner ' s sorrowing vows ; The knightly plume , the Warrior ' s shield and spear , Have gleamed afar , or waved beneath thy boughs .
What sounds have greeted thee I the Minstrel ' s verse , The Huntsman ' s bugle , ringing through the glade , The Pilgrim ' s orison , the Bandit ' s curse , Childhood ' s light laugh , and Age ' s warning staid ; The wakeful bird that carolled all night long , Rousing the echoes with her thrilling lay ; And the glad spirit ' s more melodious song , That sought thy covert nook to praise and pray .
The stricken deer hath pierced the thicket ' s gloom , And in some still recess the mourner wept : The murdered wretch hath found a secret tomb , And infants , tired with play , have peaceful slept . The idle shepherd mused the hours away , Watching the sunbeams as they danced afar ; The maiden here was wont at e ^ e to stray , And through the foliage mark each silver star .
Time-hallow'd Tree ! the thoughtful well might deem A moral being was on thee conferred ; So conscious seem ' st thou that thy records teem With warnings which , though mute , are not unheard . For thou canst tell how passions blazed and died ; Canst tell of friends and foes alike laid low ; How haughty youth was blasted in its pride , How hoary heads , in turn , must bend—as thou .
And while thy verdure falls , thy branches greet The passing gust , and bend them to its will , How many thoughts and feelings , sad and sweet , In their first freshness , cluster round thee still ! Such should not perish . Yet they too must fall . Thou hast outlived the brave , the wise , the gay : And , in thy turn , like all that ' s great , and all That ' s beautiful on earth , must pass away . V .
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T 7 ie Last Tree of the Ft / rest . 81
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Feb. 2, 1829, page 81, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2569/page/9/
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